Poetical WorksHoughton, 1895 - 515 Seiten |
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... his schooling began early . He learned his letters at a dame school . Mr. William Wells , an English- man , opened a classical school in one of the spacious Tory Row houses near Elmwood , and , bringing with him English public.
... his schooling began early . He learned his letters at a dame school . Mr. William Wells , an English- man , opened a classical school in one of the spacious Tory Row houses near Elmwood , and , bringing with him English public.
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James Russell Lowell. near Elmwood , and , bringing with him English public school thorough ness and severity , gave the boy a drilling in Latin , which he must have made almost a native speech to judge by the ease with which he han ...
James Russell Lowell. near Elmwood , and , bringing with him English public school thorough ness and severity , gave the boy a drilling in Latin , which he must have made almost a native speech to judge by the ease with which he han ...
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... bring to me , Flowing like an emerald river ,, And the bright blue skies above ! O , sing them back , as fresh as ever , Into the bosom of my love , The sunshine and the merriment , The unsought , evergreen content , Of that never cold ...
... bring to me , Flowing like an emerald river ,, And the bright blue skies above ! O , sing them back , as fresh as ever , Into the bosom of my love , The sunshine and the merriment , The unsought , evergreen content , Of that never cold ...
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... like an angel sing . III . Among the toil - worn poor my soul is seeking For who shall bring the Maker's name to light , To be the voice of that almighty speak ing Where'er a human spirit strives After a life more true 12 EARLIER POEMS .
... like an angel sing . III . Among the toil - worn poor my soul is seeking For who shall bring the Maker's name to light , To be the voice of that almighty speak ing Where'er a human spirit strives After a life more true 12 EARLIER POEMS .
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... Brings a little rose , and throws it Humbly at the maiden's feet . Full of bliss she takes the token , And , upon her snowy breast , Soothes the ruffled petals broken With the ocean's fierce unrest . " Love is thine , O heart ! and ...
... Brings a little rose , and throws it Humbly at the maiden's feet . Full of bliss she takes the token , And , upon her snowy breast , Soothes the ruffled petals broken With the ocean's fierce unrest . " Love is thine , O heart ! and ...
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Seite 107 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Seite 107 - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings. He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest, — In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best?
Seite 108 - Tis enough for us now that the leaves are green. We sit in the warm shade and feel right well How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell, We may shut our eyes, but we cannot help knowing That skies are clear and grass is growing. The breeze comes whispering in our ear That dandelions are blossoming near. That maize has sprouted, that streams are flowing.
Seite 56 - They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak; They are slaves who will not choose Hatred, scoffing, and abuse, Rather than in silence shrink From the truth they needs must think; They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or three.
Seite 83 - DANDELION DEAR common flower, that grow'st beside the way, Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold, First pledge of blithesome May, Which children pluck, and, full of pride uphold, High-hearted buccaneers, o'erjoyed that they An Eldorado in the grass have found, Which not the rich earth's ample round May match in wealth, thou art more dear to me Than all the prouder summer-blooms may be. Gold such as thine ne'er drew the Spanish prow Through the primeval hush of Indian seas...
Seite 402 - They knew that outward grace is dust; They could not choose but trust In that sure-footed mind's unfaltering skill, And supple-tempered will That bent like perfect steel to spring again and thrust. His was no lonely mountain-peak of mind, Thrusting to thin air o'er our cloudy bars, A sea-mark now, now lost in vapors blind; Broad prairie rather, genial, levellined, Fruitful and friendly for all human kind, Yet also nigh to heaven and loved of loftiest stars.
Seite 111 - I behold in thee An image of Him who died on the tree ; Thou also hast had thy crown of thorns, Thou also hast had the world's buffets and scorns, And to thy life were not denied The wounds in the hands and feet and side. — Mild Mary's Son, acknowledge me ; Behold! through him I give to thee!
Seite 68 - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side; Some great cause, God's new Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand, and the sheep upon the right.1 And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.
Seite 67 - WHEN a deed is done for Freedom, through the broad earth's aching breast Runs a thrill of joy prophetic, trembling on from east to west, And the slave, where'er he cowers, feels the soul within him climb To the awful verge of manhood, as the energy sublime Of a century bursts full-blossomed on the thorny stem of Time.
Seite 405 - O'er such sweet brows as never other wore, And letting thy set lips, Freed from wrath's pale eclipse, The rosy edges of their smile lay bare, What words divine of lover or of poet Could tell our love and make thee know it, Among the Nations bright beyond compare? What were our lives without thee ? What all our lives to save thee ? We reck not what we gave thee; We will not dare to doubt thee, But ask whatever else, and we will dare...